Run, Baby, Run!

Yesterday I was upstairs getting ready and when I came down the stairs I saw the front door, wide open. I called out, "Macey, Molly!" (Emma was at school) and quickly found out that Macey was in the living room but Molly was nowhere to be seen.

Ugh.

I ran out the front door, to the sidewalk, looked left, looked right, and I could not see anything. Would she try to go to the park? Would she try to go to Emma's bus stop and wait for Emma? Would she try to go for the neighbor's trampoline? Or look for the neighbor's cat?

Ugh.

I saw something to the left, just a little flash of something, and I headed for it. Luckily "it" was Molly. She was going for a walk down the street and had just rounded the corner.

Ugh.

What could I do to make sure this never happened again? I know I needed to keep the doors locked and chained, but I decided to add some extra security.

"Macey," I said, "If you see Molly go out the door again like that, you have to tell me."

"Okay," she said. A little noncommittal.

Not good enough.

"So I can find her and give her spankings."

"Big-time, hard spankings?" she asked?

"Absolutely!"

"OKAY!" she answered.

Problem solved. There's nothing that girl likes more than seeing her siblings get in serious trouble.

#600, Baby

I obviously have the ability to talk about. . .not much. . .as this is blog post #600. When I started this blog, I had two kids. One was still in diapers. Now I have three. One goes to Kindergarten, one goes to preschool, and one is trying to break her crib into pieces and escape as I type because she took a two minute nap in the car and isn't that long enough?

I wish I had something profound to say at this momentous #600 occasion, but I got nothin'. Instead, I'll just blog about what I was going to in the first place: the incredibly sneaky Macey Moo.

On Saturday we went to Provo to go to the BYU game. The girls stayed with my sister and were excited about their evening out. Macey asked if she could take a library book to Provo to show Aunt Cindy. I told her absolutely not and even told her why! (you could lose it, we'd have to pay a fine. . .)

Not only did she not listen but she snuck it into the van and snuck it into my sister's house! It wasn't until we had left and she started crying that I realized what she had done. Because, of course, she left the book there. . .argh!

Fast forward to Tuesday when, during Macey's dance class, I pick up the unicorn pillowpet from Target that she wanted in order to beat the Christmas rush. Though it was "hidden" Macey still spotted a little bit of purple in the very back of the van. Recognizing that color, that size, that bit of pillowness, Macey was pretty sure I had gotten her a pillowpet.

She asked about it and I told her she did not see what she thought she did and to forget about it. Which worked rather well when she was 1. But, now she's 4 and so she waited until I went to work and then started searching the house. She even recruited Emma.

Coming up empty-handed, she asked me if she might see whatever was in that bag again, say, maybe around Christmas?

What a supersneak!

Devil's Advocate

Yesterday I was talking to a woman who was very busy and probably very distracted. At the end of the conversation, she said something a little flippant as she walked away. It bothered me all day. I had no idea what she was talking about and it was rather random.

I told Garry what happened and asked, "Isn't that weird? I have no idea what THAT was all about."

He sensibly answered, "I don't know. I wasn't there and did not hear the context and the tone."

Now, this seems to be a complete break-down of spousal duties. I don't really need a devil's advocate; I need someone to have my back. It seems like the perfect answer should have been:

"That sounds very weird. But I always thought that she was a little odd. Don't let her weirdness ruin your afternoon."

See? That would have been so much better.

Macey Steps Up To The Mike!

Last week Macey was assigned to give a talk in Primary. Garry and I both groaned when we got the assignment because the last time she got an assignment it was just for a prayer and she refused to do it. She got up there, saw all of the kids, and would not say a word. I ended up giving the prayer really quickly when it was evident she was never going to do it.

So I was not excited over the idea of giving a talk. We only wrote it this morning because she was never going to give it, why spend time on it?? I put something together really quickly, we practiced a few times, and then we left for church.

I am so proud of Macey! She really stepped up and did a great job! She held up her pictures and spoke loudly and clearly. I wish now that I had written a better talk!

Mad Skills

Molly has developed some mad skills. While I am in the shower, she can open the pantry door, slide over a chair, grab the chocolate mix from crazy heights, bring it back down, use her teeth to open the lid and then dig in.

Just to prove that her mad skills were not a fluke, she has done it more than once. Love the chocolate ring around her mouth in this picture.

Because I am a blogger first and a angry mother second, I've taken pictures. She's a punk.

Screaming For Attention

We all have people in our lives that, at times, need a little more attention than they are getting. They wait for it and wait for it and when they do not get it they explode in bad behavior.

I'm not talking about Emma, Macey or Molly.

I am talking about our Honda Odyssey.

It only has 30000 miles on it, just nearly two years old (oh, the terrible twos) but last week went to Les Schwab twice and yesterday spent most of the day at the dealership.

Ugh.

I hope she has it out of her system now and will quietly BEHAVE!

The Super Mutant Fly

For the past week we have been tormented by three flies. Well, there may have been more than three, but it seemed to be just three that really liked to hang around us.



I finally gave up and went to Target for a $1.50 fly swatter. I was ready to go home and start SWATTING AWAY!



But when I got home, there were no flies to be found! I did not see a single fly all day.



Those flies must be some mutant, super-smart flies! They saw the swatter come into the house and they (wisely) decided to keep a low profile.



They cannot keep a low profile forever, and when they come back, I'm ready for them!



I will feel bad about killing them, though, since they are super-mutant-super-smart flies!